The curl of sandalwood cannot burn away three thousand troubles. Without the flying flowers and red sleeves, the season becomes an empty city. The bamboos are cold and the willows are thin, and the moon shadow is lingering. The cold moon quietly cools Fangfei for a whole season, turns around, and pushes away the thin shadows of flowers. The autumn wind was so deep that it couldn't block the sigh under the window. It's long, twists and turns, floats all the way, and falls gently on someone's heart...